Fifty Candles AFRS Myst Phs

Good evening, with the Sergeant X. I don't think we need a Gallup poll to tell us that nearly everybody's in favor of a good mystery story. There's enough would-be Sherlock Holmes and most others, so that we get a kick out of attempting to solve a crime, even if it's only on the radio.

So get out those magnifying glasses and mirror some pipes for the night's adventure in the mystery playhouse. The Mystery Playhouse gives you amateur sloughs a chance to exercise your talents. We invite you to match wits with the author of tonight's story, Earl Der Viggers, creator of the Charlie Chan series, and see if you can solve his mystery before the solution is finally given.

You'll be presented with a murder and five likely suspects, And if you catch the various clues as they come, you'll be able to put your finger on the murderer before the curtain falls. And here is a hint of the most important clue of all.

It's contained in the title of tonight's tale. Fifty candles. Good hunting. My name is George Winthrop. I'll never forget that horrible night I stood alone in a library of my former employer, Henry Drew. It was a stern and foreboding room.

The heavy yellow fard from the fields of marsh grass seemed to be pressing close against the window panes. I'd been invited to Henry Drew's birthday party. Inside the big house it was... a pressingly quiet.

And then suddenly... Around the door of the dining room, a table was set with green and silver and white linen. The tennis had a cake with fifty pink candles. I took a few steps across the room and stopped.